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MRS. BRAMSON: And my chocolates?
DAN: I got them in my pocket too. Here's your hat--better put it on yourself.
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes, dear.
DAN: And here's your shawl.
MRS. BRAMSON: It isn't a shawl, it's a cape.
DAN: Well, I don't know, do I? And I carry your rug on my shoulder....
(_To the others_) See you later! Be good!
_Shutting the front door, his voice dying as the chair pa.s.ses the left window._
Down this way to-day....
_A pause. HUBERT and OLIVIA look at each other._
OLIVIA (_suddenly_): What do _you_ think of him?
HUBERT (_a little taken aback_): Him? Grannie's white-headed boy, you mean? Oh, he's all right. (_Heavily_.) A bit slow on the uptake, of course. I wish he'd occasionally take that f.a.g-end out of his mouth.
OLIVIA: He does. For _her_.
HUBERT: That's true. That's why he's made such a hit with her. Funny I haven't been able to manage it. In two weeks, too ... it's uncanny.
OLIVIA: Uncanny?... I think it's clever.
HUBERT: You don't think he's a wrong 'un, do you?
OLIVIA: What do we know about him?
HUBERT: Why ... his Christian name?
OLIVIA: And that's all.
HUBERT: He looks pretty honest.
OLIVIA: Looks? (_After a pause_.) It's rather frightening to think what a face can hide.... I sometimes catch sight of one looking at me.
Careful lips, and blank eyes.... And then I find I'm staring at myself in the gla.s.s ... and I realise how successfully I'm hiding the thoughts I know so well ... and then I know we're all ... strangers. Windows, with blinds, and behind them ... secrets. What's behind _his_ eyes? (_After a pause, with a smile_) You're quite right, it _is_ morbid.
HUBERT: D'you think he's a thief or something? By Jove, I left my links on the washstand before lunch!
OLIVIA: He's acting ... every minute of the time. I know he is! But he's acting pretty well, because I don't know _how_ I know....
He's walking about here all day, and talking a little, and smiling, and smoking cigarettes.... Impenetrable ... that's what it is! What's going on--in his mind? What's he thinking of? (_Vehemently_ ) He _is_ thinking of something! All the time! What is it?
_DAN enters from the front door and smiles broadly at them._
DAN: Anybody seen my lady's pills? It's a matter of life and death....
I thought _I_ had 'em.
_HUBERT chuckles._
OLIVIA (_after a pause, in a level voice_): Oh, yes. They're in the top drawer of the desk. I'm so sorry.
DAN: Thank you.
_He salutes her, goes to the desk, and takes out the pills. They watch him._
MRS. BRAMSON (_off_) Danny!
DAN: Oh, yes, here they are....
HUBERT (_to say something_): Is she feeling off colour again?
DAN (_on his way to the front door_): Off colour? She's never been on it, man! To hear her go on you'd think the only thing left is artificial respiration, And chocolates.... (_Laughing, and calling_) Coming!
_He goes, shutting the front door behind him._
HUBERT: No, really you have to laugh!
OLIVIA: But what you've just seen ... that's exactly what I mean! It's acting! He's not being himself for a minute--it's all put on for our benefit ... don't you see?
HUBERT (_banteringly_): D'you know, I think you're in love with him.
OLIVIA (_with rather more impatience than is necessary_): Don't be ridiculous.
HUBERT: I was only joking.
OLIVIA: He's common and insolent, and I dislike him intensely.
MRS. TERENCE _comes in from the kitchen._
MRS. TERENCE: What'll you 'ave for tea, scones or crumpets? Can't make both.
OLIVIA: What d'_you_ think of Dan?
MRS. TERENCE: Dan? Oh, 'e's all right. Bit of a mystery.
HUBERT: Oh.
MRS. TERENCE (_shutting the kitchen door and coming into the middle of the room_): Terrible liar, o' course. But then a lot of us are.
Told me he used to 'unt to 'ounds and 'ave 'is own pack. Before 'e went up in the world and went as a page-boy, I suppose.
OLIVIA (_to_ HUBERT): You see? He wouldn't try that on with us, but couldn't resist it with her.
HUBERT: I wonder how soon the old girl'll get his number?... Oh, but fair play, we're talking about the chap as if he were the most terrible----
